Hogwarts wizard nemesis

Dylan was shocked, and with a quick step, he rushed towards the women's bathroom first.

Lyon followed.

After a while, they saw Joey's figure, sitting slumped in front of a bathroom with a look of fear on his face. The door of the bathroom was wide open.

Obviously, she was frightened.

"Are you okay Joey?" Dylan knelt down and wanted to hug her but didn't dare, so he had to hang his hands in the air to keep a certain distance from her body.

To be honest, Dylan was frightened by Joey's scream just now. For a moment, he thought the sky was falling.

Leon also followed and asked repeatedly.

"What's wrong, Joey?"

"Look at that," Joey trembled, and she slowly stretched out her finger to point to one place.

It was the toilet, and they immediately turned around.

But the next scene shocked them extremely.

"woooooo"

I saw a transparent silver-white person sitting on the toilet. She was obviously a ghost. There was no doubt about it. She was curled up with a helpless face. What was strange was that her face was full of wrinkles and her pale hair had two sticks on end. Ponytail, somewhat nondescript.

She was wearing a pair of round glasses, hugging her legs and crying.

Leon and Dylan looked at each other.

After a while, Joy gradually lost her fear. She stood up and looked at each other with Leon and Dylan.

The ghost is still crying.

At this time, Leon said: "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

Leon looked back and thought, he was really stupid, it was us who came to disturb her, but we still asked her who she was.

The ghost looked up at them, still sobbing, and said after a while: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I thought no one remembered Myrtle."

"Myrtle," Joey said in surprise, "you are Moaning Myrtle."

Myrtle gradually held back her tears. She nodded and said, "Yes, that's me."

"You are not" said Joey, "Myrtle should be a little girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, but you are"

The old woman behind her didn't say it, because it was really not polite.

“No, no, no, no”

She said no four times in a row, and was a little too emotional. She waved her arms desperately, trying to prove herself.

"I am Myrtle." She stared, a pair of dry eyes covered with crow's feet.

"Okay, okay, old man, please calm down." Dylan said, but he didn't expect that this would make her even more angry.

"Who is this old man?" Myrtle said angrily, glaring at Dylan with her hands on her hips.

This man is really eloquent and speaks without thinking.

"Shut up, don't make her angry again." Joey recovered, she put on a sweet smile, and said kindly to Myrtle: "Hello, Myrtle, my name is Joey. He is Dylan, he usually doesn’t talk much, so don’t get along with him.”

"Oh, beautiful lady, your voice is so beautiful." Myrtle blinked her eyes, her attitude suddenly changed, she pouted and said, "It's exactly the same as when I was alive."

Leon and the others wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

Joey nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I can see it."

Leon said at this time: "Hello, Myrtle, we want to ask you something. It's very important. By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Leon, Leon Porter."

"What's your name?" Myrtle's eyes suddenly lit up and her whole body floated.

This shocked Leon and the others.

"Are you Harry?" Myrtle seemed very happy, she was really moody.

"Uh, no, that's my grandpa, my name is Leon, Leon Potter." Leon repeated again.

Myrtle looked disappointed, "I just said, I just said, how could Harry be here."

"But it doesn't matter. You said Leon looks so much like Harry." Myrtle floated over and came to Leon's side in a flash. She caressed Leon's face as if she was very obsessed.

Leon frowned and instinctively stepped back, but in an instant he saw Myrtle's face drooping. She seemed to have been wronged and was about to cry, saying, "Leon doesn't seem to like Myrtle very much."

Dylan and Joey both gestured, as if sacrificing some sex at this critical moment doesn't matter.

Leon forced himself to smile, shook his head and said, "No, no, how could it be."

Myrtle's face suddenly relaxed, and she said happily: "Then does Leon like Myrtle?"

"Uh," Leon said with difficulty, "I like it."

"That's great, Myrtle likes Leon too."

As a result, an old grandmother started acting coquettishly around Leon. If the situation allowed, Leon really wanted to leave here immediately.

After a while, Leon said: "Myrtle, I want to ask you a few questions, is that okay?"

"Leon wants to ask Myrtle a few questions." Myrtle stopped wandering around him, flew into the air with a whoosh, and said with a smile: "Of course."

Leon got straight to the point and asked directly: "I want to ask you why you are like this. That's it."

"She just turned into an old woman." Dylan couldn't stand it anymore, so he said for Leon.

"No one will think you are mute if you don't speak." Joey looked at him sideways.

Dylan shrugged, it was what it was.

"Old woman, myrtle, myrtle is not an old woman," Myrtle shouted loudly. Apparently she couldn't accept this fact and began to spin back and forth rapidly in the air.

Suddenly, Myrtle flew back into the toilet and disappeared without a trace.

"Where did she go?" Joey said in shock.

"Inside the toilet," Dylan said, "What happened to her?"

Joey said angrily: "It's not you who caused it."

"I me" Dylan couldn't argue.

Leon took a few steps forward and shouted softly: "Hey, Myrtle, no, we told you that we really want to be friends with you and want to ask you something."

After the words fell, a few seconds passed, but there was still no movement.

Leon, Joey, and Dylan looked at each other, and now Myrtle was really angry.

However, at this moment, Myrtle flew out of the toilet. Even though her face was covered with wrinkles, her happiness and joy could not be concealed.

"Really? Leon really wants to be friends with Myrtle?"

"Yes, of course." Leon said with a sip of saliva.

"Great, great, Myrtle finally has a friend."

With just such a short sentence, seeing her as happy as a child, Lyon and the others felt that Myrtle was so helpless and pitiful for a moment.

Yes, she is just a ghost who cannot be reincarnated. She can only spend her whole life in this dark bathroom. No one will care about her, and no one will care about her.